I’ve been on an unconscious hunt, and I just realized it. My prey: the ever ellusive red shoe. When I go shopping, I always skim though the shoes (it’s a weakness), but I can never find the perfect pair.

Why can’t I find them? I don’t know. I was shopping with a friend a few months ago, and I saw the perfect pair, but not in my size. (Tall women have all the trouble in the world finding a decent pair of shoes, I tell you.) I convinced my friend to try them on, and they were so cute. I attempted to convince her to buy them, you know, so I could live vicariously through her red-shoed feet. “What would I wear with them?” she whined. “A pair of dark jeans and a black shirt. You will look so cute!” I even went the boyfriend route: “He would love them on you!” Nope, still wasn’t having it. I almost had her, but she chickened out.

So what made these shoes different? They were cherry red – a cooler red. Patent leather, with a somewhat round toe, and a perfect height heel. Not too high, but not too short. And it was delicate, not chunky.

This sounds very particular, but I have to more than like a shoe. A shoe has to inspire outfits. A shoe that I just like won’t necessarily inspire anything. I must love it. (You can call me crazy, but you can’t call me unfashionable.) Some other criteria:

No Dorothy slippers

No flats (I feel like these would be in Ronald McDonald’s sister’s closet.)

Cork is fine, but in moderation. An example of too much.

And these are an example of a pair I like, but don’t love. Eh.

And with that, the hunt continues.

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